Old Houses
We lived in many houses
throughout my childhood
'though some were worse than others
none of them were good
Some had moldy odors
that (at best) were most unpleasing
others had thick coats of dust
that left me coughing, wheezing
One's floor had fallen out
another's ceiling had caved in
you can just imagine
the predicament we were in
We stewed through summer's swelter
shivered, shook through winter's chill
and every time it rained, we
emptied pots and pans that filled
You may wonder how we lived
in such a state, deprived
but it was 'normal' (all I knew)
and somehow I survived!
Copyright © Rhona Mcferran | Year Posted 2018
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